50 Best Skyfall Quotes

[Bond opens a garage door to reveal his Aston Martin DB5]
M: Oh, and I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.
James: Get in.

[Bond stares at the porcelain bulldog statue on M's desk]
James: The whole office goes up in smoke and that bloody thing survives.
M: Your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated, 007.

Raoul: Do you see what comes of all this running around, Mr. Bond? All this jumping and fighting, it's exhausting! Relax. You need to relax... Ah well, mother's calling. I will give her a good-bye kiss for you.

Eve: [watches Bond shave] Cut-throat razor. How very traditional.
James: Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way.
Eve: Sometimes the old ways are the best.

Raoul: [Silva unbuttons Bond's shirt and peels back the shirt to expose the scar tissue where Bond removed the bullet] Ooh! See what she's done to you.
James: [suspicious] Well, she never tied me to a chair.
Raoul: Her loss.
[Silva begins caressing Bond's neck]
James: Are you sure this is about M?
Raoul: It's about her... and you, and me. You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other... mmm... or eat everyone else.
[Silva strokes Bond's neck]
Raoul: How you're trying to remember your training now.
[Silva smiles]
Raoul: What's the regulation to cover this?
[Silva strokes both of Bond's upper legs]
Raoul: Well, first time for everything.
[Bond smiles]
Raoul: Yes?
James: What makes you think this is my first time?
Raoul: [sits back] Oh, Mr Bond. All the physical stuff - so dull, so dull.

James: [dodging an explosion] Was that for me?
Raoul: [laughing] No, but that is.
[a subway train crashes after Bond]

James: [after a scene with heavy shooting] Are you hurt?
M: Only my pride is hurt.

M: I fucked this up, didn't I?
James: No. You did your job.

James: Some men are coming to kill us. We're going to kill them first.

Gareth: The opposition has taken the position that we're a bunch of antiquated bloody idiots fighting a war we don't understand and can't possibly win.
M: Look, three of my agents are dead already, don't you involve me in politics now...
Gareth: The Prime Minister has ordered an inquiry. You're expected to attend.
M: Attend in stocks at midday? Who's old-fashioned now?
Gareth: For Christ's sake, listen to yourself! We're a democracy, and we're responsible to the people we're supposed to defend! We can't keep fighting in the shadows, there are no more shadows!
M: You don't get this, do you? Whoever's behind this, whoever's doing this, he knows us! He's one of us! He comes from the same place as Bond, a place you say doesn't exist: the shadows!

M: I know I can't have this job forever, but I'll be damned if I'm going to leave the department in worse shape than I found it.
Gareth: M, you've had a great run. You should leave with dignity.
M: Oh, to hell with dignity. I'll leave when the job's done.

M: 007, what the hell are you doing? Are you kidnapping me?
James: That would be one way of looking at it.

James: A gun and a radio. It's not exactly Christmas, is it?
Q: Were you expecting an exploding pen? We don't really go in for that anymore.

Husband: [after Bond has leapt onto a moving underground train] He's keen to get home.

M: [last line before opening credits] Take the bloody shot!
Eve: Agent down.

[Bond runs and jumps on the end of the train, hanging on the door as the female conductor looks at him in confusion]
James: Open the door, please!
[Conductor still stares at him]
James: Open the door!
[Conductor finally opens the door before Bond walks in]
James: Health and Safety. Carry on.

[Bond and M drive off in the Aston Martin DB5]
M: It's not very comfortable, is it?
James: [Flips up the shift knob cap to reveal the ejector seat button underneath] Are you gonna complain all the way?
M: Oh, go on, then, eject me. See if I care.
[Bond reconsiders the thought and closes the shift knob while driving]

[from trailer]
Raoul: She sent you after me, knowing you're not ready, knowing you would likely die. Mommy was very bad.

James: So this is it. We're both played out.
M: Well, if you believe that, why did you come back?
James: Good question.
M: Because we're under attack. And you know we need you.
James: Well, I'm here.
M: You'll have to be debriefed and declared fit for active service. You can only return to duty when you've passed the tests, so take them seriously. And a shower might be in order.
James: I'll go home and change.
M: Oh, we've sold your flat, put your things into storage. Standard procedure on the death of an unmarried employee with no next of kin. You should have called.
James: I'll find a hotel.
M: Well, you're bloody well not sleeping here.

James: [as Silva falls] Last rat standing.

M: Is this where you grew up?
James: Mm.
M: How old were you when they died?
James: You know the answer to that. You know the whole story.
M: Orphans always make the best recruits.

Raoul: Just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.
James: Don't forget my pathetic love of country.

James: [as his boyhood home burns down] I always hated this place.

Raoul: [Silva goes to the desk, accessing Bond's debriefing results from his computer] Medical evaluation: fail. Physical evaluation: fail. Psychological evaluation, alcohol and substance addiction indicated. Ooh! Pathological rejection of authority based on unresolved childhood trauma.
[glances to Bond then back to the computer]
Raoul: Subject is not approved for field duty and immediate suspension for service advised.
[rises from the desk, going to Bond]
Raoul: What is this if not betrayal? She sent you off to me, knowing you're not ready, knowing you're likely die. Mommy was very bad.

Raoul: If you wanted, you could pick your own secret missions. As I do. Name it, name it. Destabilize a multinational by manipulating stocks. Bip. Easy. Interrupt transmissions from a spy satellite over Kabul... done. Hmm. Rig an election in Uganda. All to the highest bidder.
James: Or a gas explosion in London.
Raoul: Mm-hm. Just point and click.
James: Well, everybody needs a hobby.
Raoul: So what's yours?
James: Resurrection.

M: Chairman, Ministers, today I've repeatedly heard how irrelevant my department has become. "Why do we need agents, the 00 section? Isn't it all rather quaint?" Well, I suppose I see a different world than you do and the truth is that what I see frightens me. I'm frightened because our enemies are no longer known to us. They do not exist on a map. They're not nations, they're individuals. And look around you. Who do you fear? Can you see a face, a uniform, a flag? No! Our world is not more transparent now, it's more opaque! It's in the shadows. That's where we must do battle. So before you declare us irrelevant, ask yourselves, how safe do you feel? Just one more thing to say, my late husband was a great lover of poetry, and, em, I suppose some of it sunk in, despite my best intentions. And here today, I remember this, I think, from Tennyson: "We are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and *not* to yield."

James: Not enough excitement in Istanbul?
Eve: I've been reassigned. Temporary suspension from field work.
James: Really?
Eve: Mmm. Something to do with killing 007.
James: Well, you gave it your best shot.
Eve: That was hardly my best shot.
James: I'm not sure I could survive your best.
Eve: I doubt you'll get the chance.

[as Bond is tied to a chair, an elevator lowers in front of him, and Silva appears and walks toward him]
Raoul: Hello, James. Welcome. Do you like the island? My grandmother had an island. Nothing to boast of. You could walk around it in an hour, but still it was, it was a paradise for us. One summer, we went for a visit and discovered the place had been infested with rats! They'd come on a fishing boat and gorged themselves on coconut. So how do you get rats off an island? Hmm? My grandmother showed me. We buried an oil drum and hinged the lid. Then we wired coconut to the lid as bait and the rats would come for the coconut, and...
[imitates metallic scuttering]
Raoul: They would fall into the drum. And after a month, you have trapped all the rats, but what do you do then? Throw the drum into the ocean? Burn it? No. You just leave it and they begin to get hungry. And one by one...
[mimics rat munching sound]
Raoul: They start eating each other, until there are only two left. The two survivors. And then what? Do you kill them? No. You take them and release them into the trees, but now they don't eat coconut anymore. Now, they only eat rat. You have changed their nature. The two survivors. This is what she made us.

James: The latest thing from Q branch; it's called a radio.

James: What a waste of good scotch.

James: [as Silva arrives at Skyfall in a helicopter while playing loud music] Always got to make an entrance.

[last lines]
Gareth: So, 007... Lots to be done. Are you ready to get back to work?
James: With pleasure, M. With pleasure.

Kincade: So who is it we're supposed to be fighting?
James: No "we" in it. Kincade. This is not your fight.
Kincade: Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit.

[Bond is chasing Silva who escaped, trying to open a door]
James: It won't open.
Q: Of course it will, put your back into it.
James: Why don't you come down here and put your back into it?

Q: I'm guessing this is not official.
James: Not even remotely.
Q: So much for my promising career in espionage.

James: [about getting shot] In your defense, a moving target is harder to hit.
Eve: Then you'd better keep moving.

Eve: She's ready for you.
James: I'm sorry, have we met before?
Eve: I'm the one who should say sorry.
James: It was only four ribs. Some of the less vital organs. Nothing major.

James: What was it you said? "Take the bloody shot."
M: I made a judgment call.
James: You should have trusted me to finish the job.
M: It was a possibility of losing you or the certainty of losing all those other agents. I made the only decision I could and you know it.
James: I think you lost your nerve.
M: What are you expecting, a bloody apology? You know the rules of the game. You've been playing it long enough. We both have.
James: Maybe too long.
M: Speak for yourself.

[At Q's lab, Q and Tanner try to create a false trail for Silva to follow]
Q: It's a fine line. If the breadcrumb's too small, then he might miss it. Too big, and Silva will smell a rat.
Tanner: Yes, but you'd think even Silva will be able to spot that.
Q: He's the only one who could.
[Tanner turns and sees Mallory standing behind them]
Tanner: Sir.
Q: Oh.
Gareth: What are you doing?
Q: We're just... monitoring.
Gareth: Creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow.
Tanner: Well, sir, um...
Q: Well, no...
Gareth: Excellent thinking, get him isolated. Send him on the A9. It's a direct route. You can monitor his progress more accurately and confirm it with the traffic cameras.
Q: But, uh... what if PM finds out?
Gareth: Then we're all buggered. Carry on.

Kincade: [after shooting two of Silva's men dead] Welcome to Scotland!

James: [a mirror on Land Rover's right door falls] That's all right. You weren't using it.
Eve: [makes left mirror fall] I wasn't using that one, either.

Doctor: [Bond enters the interrogation room to take his psychological test, looking toward the one way mirror. M and Mallory stand on the other side with Tanner] I'd like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I say, "Day" and you might say...
James: Wasted.
Doctor: [sighs] All right.
[pause]
Doctor: Gun.
James: Shot.
Doctor: Agent.
James: Provocateur.
Doctor: Woman?
James: Provocatrix.
Doctor: Heart.
James: Target.
Doctor: Bird.
James: Sky.
Doctor: M.
James: Bitch.
[M sighs from the other side of the interrogation room]
Doctor: Sunlight
James: Swim
Doctor: Moon
James: Dance
Doctor: Murder.
James: Employment.
Doctor: Country.
James: England.
Doctor: Skyfall.
[Bond suddenly pauses]
Doctor: Skyfall.
[Continued pause]
Doctor: Done.
[Bond walks out - looking coldly through the one-way mirror]
Gareth: Hmm, this is going well
[he leaves, M sighs again]

James: I read your obituary of me.
M: And?
James: Appalling.
M: Yeah, I knew you'd hate it. I did call you "an exemplar of British fortitude".
James: That bit was all right.

Q: Oh, no. Can someone tell me how he got into our system?
Raoul: [program from his computer] Not such a clever boy.
Q: Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. He hacked us.

Raoul: No remorse. Just as I had imagined.
M: Regret is unprofessional.
Raoul: "Regret is unprofessional?" They kept me for five months in a room with no air. They tortured me and I protected your secrets. I protected you. But they made me suffer and suffer and suffer. You betrayed me. So, I had only one thing left. My cyanide capsule in my back left molar. You remember, right? So, I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule. It... burned all my insides, but I didn't die. Life clung to me like a disease. And then I understood why I had survived. I needed to look in your eyes one last time.

Q: There are only about six people in the world who could set up fail-safes like this.
James: Can you get past them?
Q: I invented them.

[Bond is gifted the porcelain bulldog]
Eve: I think she was encouraging you to take a desk job.
James: Just the opposite.

Q: It always makes me feel a bit melancholy. Grand old war ship. being ignominiously haunted away to scrap... The inevitability of time, don't you think? What do you see?
James: A bloody big ship. Excuse me.
Q: 007. I'm your new Quartermaster.
James: You must be joking.
Q: Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?
James: Because you still have spots.
Q: My complexion is hardly relevant.
James: Your competence is.
Q: Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
James: And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
Q: Well, I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.
James: Oh, so why do you need me?
Q: Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.
James: Or not pulled. It's hard to know which in your pajamas. Q.
Q: 007.

Q: Good luck out there in the field... And please return the equipment in one piece.
James: A brave new world.

[M arrives at her home and prepares a drink when she suddenly hears the sound of glass clanging from behind her. She sees a silhouette of Bond near the window]
M: Where the hell have you been?
James: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.